The Meaning of Life
There is no such thing.
Or at least not specific. I think everybody has a different meaning. Somebody's meaning of life might be to survive, another's may be to get rich or gain ultimate knowledge. My meaning of life? To achieve stability, happiness and success whilst surrounded by the ones I love. That's not too high a target is it? No. I didn't think so.
Nehoo...
I went Bromley today! Alright, I complain about my bezzie mate a lot but she's great and I love her to bits. It's impossible not to. We went to Claire's and Accessorize and just went completely emo-esque. I got a gorgeous sweatband, earrings and a necklace. We've both got similar ones except hers is red and mine is white. A symbol of our friendship. You will not believe how many "chavs" there are in Bromley. And one of them winked at me! *gasp* Indeed.
Then we rushed all the way back to a cinema on the other side of the borouhg and three bus rides away to see Silent Hill. Bloody hell it was creepy. Not scary; creepy. The beginning was extremely boring, I even considered falling asleep, but then it began to get creepier and creepier. There was a part where I just screamed my head off. Well not really but I was sitting there with my top up to my eyes, holding onto my best friend and just kind of making weird noises. And the sad fact is that I don't remember why I was screaming.
Another one of my friend, lets call her Socks, invited a guy along, who she swears she has no feelings for and spent the time chatting to him or holding onto him. I seriously think it was an excuse just to get up close and personal, but if I say that she will just have a go at me so I'll make knowleagable looks instead. If she doesn't like him, then I'll eat my Simple Plan cap. Or maybe not.
As for the boy I sort of like, apparently he "stood me up" because he burst his lung. When he first told me that, the stupidity in me thought he might like actually burst as in pop! Then I was corrected and it turn out it was just an alveoli that burst. He's amphysimiac or something like that. I am very suspicious though seeing as I saw him on the bus the day he stood me up with some girl. He reckons he's got a twin or someone's impersonating him. Well...I reckon he might be lying. Oh well. I suppose I forgive him. He gave me his stickers.
Although...
He and one of my other close friends were really friendly today! It was cute yes, but I want him! It's not fair! If they get together, I will definetely punch him. There's no excuse for leading me on and then leaving me hanging. As for the friend, I won't talk to her as much. We're already going through a rough patch anyway but I'll try and make it up with her. Meh.
Fudge. I have so much homework to do but I am feeling so bloody lazy, I think I'll just take the stupid detentions. With DT, I really cannot be asked and with Maths, I just don't get quadratic equations and their stupid perfect squares. Who does? And I'm also behind in flute but it's not my fault. The neighbours start banging if I play after seven which is gay. Everything is gay to me this days. (Not homosexual but I use it as a synonym for st00pid) Oh well.
Oh and before I forget I got skinny jeans yesterday! *does happy dance* Finally! I got black ones (the last pair but a size too small) and grey ones, which I am wearing right now. Their kinda big but meh. I'm going to slim into the other ones. It's my goal. I'll do dance later tonight.
Let me go find something to waste time before I tell myself to go do the DT or maybe watch "Everybody Hates Chris".
Or at least not specific. I think everybody has a different meaning. Somebody's meaning of life might be to survive, another's may be to get rich or gain ultimate knowledge. My meaning of life? To achieve stability, happiness and success whilst surrounded by the ones I love. That's not too high a target is it? No. I didn't think so.
Nehoo...
I went Bromley today! Alright, I complain about my bezzie mate a lot but she's great and I love her to bits. It's impossible not to. We went to Claire's and Accessorize and just went completely emo-esque. I got a gorgeous sweatband, earrings and a necklace. We've both got similar ones except hers is red and mine is white. A symbol of our friendship. You will not believe how many "chavs" there are in Bromley. And one of them winked at me! *gasp* Indeed.
Then we rushed all the way back to a cinema on the other side of the borouhg and three bus rides away to see Silent Hill. Bloody hell it was creepy. Not scary; creepy. The beginning was extremely boring, I even considered falling asleep, but then it began to get creepier and creepier. There was a part where I just screamed my head off. Well not really but I was sitting there with my top up to my eyes, holding onto my best friend and just kind of making weird noises. And the sad fact is that I don't remember why I was screaming.
Another one of my friend, lets call her Socks, invited a guy along, who she swears she has no feelings for and spent the time chatting to him or holding onto him. I seriously think it was an excuse just to get up close and personal, but if I say that she will just have a go at me so I'll make knowleagable looks instead. If she doesn't like him, then I'll eat my Simple Plan cap. Or maybe not.
As for the boy I sort of like, apparently he "stood me up" because he burst his lung. When he first told me that, the stupidity in me thought he might like actually burst as in pop! Then I was corrected and it turn out it was just an alveoli that burst. He's amphysimiac or something like that. I am very suspicious though seeing as I saw him on the bus the day he stood me up with some girl. He reckons he's got a twin or someone's impersonating him. Well...I reckon he might be lying. Oh well. I suppose I forgive him. He gave me his stickers.
Although...
He and one of my other close friends were really friendly today! It was cute yes, but I want him! It's not fair! If they get together, I will definetely punch him. There's no excuse for leading me on and then leaving me hanging. As for the friend, I won't talk to her as much. We're already going through a rough patch anyway but I'll try and make it up with her. Meh.
Fudge. I have so much homework to do but I am feeling so bloody lazy, I think I'll just take the stupid detentions. With DT, I really cannot be asked and with Maths, I just don't get quadratic equations and their stupid perfect squares. Who does? And I'm also behind in flute but it's not my fault. The neighbours start banging if I play after seven which is gay. Everything is gay to me this days. (Not homosexual but I use it as a synonym for st00pid) Oh well.
Oh and before I forget I got skinny jeans yesterday! *does happy dance* Finally! I got black ones (the last pair but a size too small) and grey ones, which I am wearing right now. Their kinda big but meh. I'm going to slim into the other ones. It's my goal. I'll do dance later tonight.
Let me go find something to waste time before I tell myself to go do the DT or maybe watch "Everybody Hates Chris".